🟠I slammed the door shut, my hands trembling as I stared at the text on my phone. “We need to talk,” it read, and I knew it wasn’t going to be good. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the cold sweat forming on my forehead. I had been dreading this moment for weeks, but now it was here, and I couldn’t avoid it any longer.
🟡 I walked into the living room, where he was sitting on the couch, his face pale and his eyes avoiding mine. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice shaking. He looked up at me, and I could see the guilt in his eyes. “I’ve been seeing someone else,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I felt the room spin around me. “How long?” I managed to ask, my voice cracking. “A few months,” he admitted, his eyes filled with regret.
🟡 I could feel the anger rising inside me, and I wanted to scream, to throw something, to make him feel the pain I was feeling. But instead, I just stood there, my hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms. “Who is it?” I demanded, my voice trembling with rage. He hesitated for a moment, then said, “It’s your best friend, Sarah.” The words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt like I was going to be sick. I couldn’t believe it. My best friend and my boyfriend had been betraying me for months, and I had no idea.
🔵 I turned to leave, but he grabbed my arm, his grip tight. “Wait,” he said, his voice desperate. “We can work this out.” I pulled away from him, my eyes filled with tears. “There’s nothing to work out,” I said, my voice cold. “It’s over.” I walked out the door, my heart breaking into a million pieces. But as I got into my car, my phone buzzed again. It was a message from Sarah. “We need to talk,” it read. I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. What could she possibly have to say to me now?
👇 *Full story continued in the comments…*🟠I slammed the door shut, my hands trembling as I stared at the text on my phone. “We need to talk,” it read, and I knew it wasn’t going to be good. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the cold sweat forming on my forehead. I had been dreading this moment for weeks, but now it was here, and I couldn’t avoid it any longer.
🟡 I walked into the living room, where he was sitting on the couch, his face pale and his eyes avoiding mine. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice shaking. He looked up at me, and I could see the guilt in his eyes. “I’ve been seeing someone else,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I felt the room spin around me. “How long?” I managed to ask, my voice cracking. “A few months,” he admitted, his eyes filled with regret.
🟡 I could feel the anger rising inside me, and I wanted to scream, to throw something, to make him feel the pain I was feeling. But instead, I just stood there, my hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms. “Who is it?” I demanded, my voice trembling with rage. He hesitated for a moment, then said, “It’s your best friend, Sarah.” The words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt like I was going to be sick. I couldn’t believe it. My best friend and my boyfriend had been betraying me for months, and I had no idea.
🔵 I turned to leave, but he grabbed my arm, his grip tight. “Wait,” he said, his voice desperate. “We can work this out.” I pulled away from him, my eyes filled with tears. “There’s nothing to work out,” I said, my voice cold. “It’s over.” I walked out the door, my heart breaking into a million pieces. But as I got into my car, my phone buzzed again. It was a message from Sarah. “We need to talk,” it read. I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. What could she possibly have to say to me now?
👇 *Full story continued in the comments…*